PAPER WHAT IS IT

{ for Antonin Artaud }

the dead skin sloughed off Institutions

something to record our cryptic Solutions

promissory notes passed on but never Paid

from trees that we made into Lampshades

for the illumination of our deepest Fears

and desires really the same thing Fueling

our fires and schooling the liars we Hire

to print more currency from the flayed Hides

of our own strip-mined lungs so we can See

ourselves in this written mirror Instead

of breathing in the air paper is an Excuse

we use to justify the ending of our Lives

and to marginalize our state of being Alive








by shaun lawton